Yesterday I Dreamt

A poem about the magic of dreamland.

Yesterday I dreamt,
Of a sky with a dusk - purple hue,
Of cotton clouds too,
And dancing trees,
While I was standing in front of a blowing breeze.
And the birds were singing there merry tune,
I couldn't believe my fortune.

But then I woke,
And tried to hear their happy song,
I looked up at the sky far too long,
And it was ashen grey -- lifeless, if you please,
I looked to the side for the dancing trees,
But they were still as a statue,
And the breeze went missing too.

Now I'm awake,
And can't wait to go back,
I can't even try to list what today lacks,
But I guess I'll have to wait,
I think it's already too late,
Since now I'm forgetting,
The tune that the birds were singing.

Author's Note

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